Lingering memories:
The phantom feelings
Of a time gone by.
Fingers struggling
To grasp what
No longer exists.
I can still feel
The same sensations
That I felt before,
But, when I
Open up my eyes,
It is gone.
And so my heart
Aches for what
Is no more.
How can I miss
Something so
Desperately
That I have
Never known?

There will be a day when time itself is
Split in two: before today and after today.
But, for right now, I'm still stuck in this moment
Caught between the pendulum and
The impact. That irreversible moment when time was rent.

Oh Darling,
If we're all sleepwalking together,
Then it looks like we're awake.
And I've been sleeping for oh so long,
I'm ready to wake up next to you.

Maybe there's no stopping it -
The anthem of the bored and lonely.
Muted melodies of drumming fingertips
And repetitive rhythms of eyes tracing
The same paths along cracked ceilings.

The same dregs in the *** for three days.
My phone battery's been dead for two.
We're all just looking for something.
And you can't find it in a ceiling.
But that doesn't stop us from looking.

Here's to ridiculous happiness.
To laughing until your sides hurt
and not knowing why.
Here's to the reckless happiness
that laughs in spite of pain.
And absentminded happiness,
laughing at nothing.
Here's to joy.
May it always find you.

Clouds and smoke
and jets and me.
Not really here
But not really gone either.

Clouds high and transient.
They waft above us
As we stare back.
Too high for mortal man.

Smoke, the smoldering
Remains of what one was,
But is no more.
Now, it stretches for the
Sky in one last attempt
At elegance, now gone.
But, it has all passed
Beyond the recollection
Of mortal men,
Only a heartbeat after fading.

Like clouds, the jets
Are transient, constantly
Moving, but never recognized
As anything apart from
The crystals and their
Evidences, the ribbons
Of vapor left on the
Sky's carpet.

I am neither here nor there.
An ancient soul in a modern body.
The remnant of
A forgotten age,
Yet I still exist in the present,
Caught between what the
World is and what it once was.

Even exploding stars wear strings of pearls.

-"What changed?"

-I did.

For you.
My dearest friend and my sweetest
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Star light, star bright,
There are no stars tonight.
But even in the darkness,
We can still find the light.

I write to make my voice heard
To put power behind every word.
Pen to page, things to say;
Change the world in a day.
I pick my fights with care
Jump walls like they aren't even there.
Pen to page, out of my way
Things to do, I cannot stay.

I write to run, I write to hide,
I write to fight the monsters inside.
Pen to page, I get away
But must again face the day.
Everyday a dangerous fight
Continues when I close my eyes at night.
Pen to page, my strength is new,
With just enough to get me through.

I write because it's what I'm told,
But words on a page is getting old.
Pen to page, what a chore!
Writing has always been a bore.
Words won't come; they never do.
This writer's block is nothing new.
Pen to page, just get it done,
A root canal would be more fun!

I write because I have to write,
An obsession with no end in sight.
Pen to page, words in my head
Remain unspoken, must be said.
A jumble of words begging to come out.
The power of some whisper, others shout.
Pen to page, words on a page
Stay strong and defy the age.